Mis sábados

Hot motel /Stuffy incide
I know well This eleven walls
Hot black tar/I tan my legs
Rest my heart And dream of the city

Magazine and diet coke
I'm not a joke This is me
Damaged leg Heavy cart
Plastic cups Linen mart

Rock garden Where i used to play
People stare Part of their day
Coffee break Lunch at noon
Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room

Done my list I make my way
To help my mother End her day
Fresh cut grass
parking lot
We roll on out We got a lot

We're on our way Roll the windows down
And scream out loud We're tired now
Take it home
Stop on the way To the bakery
For some fruit and cake

Home i lay After a shower clean
I hit my head
And i dream